a child plays with there toys carefully.
a man-child, you, play with me carelessly.
yet, you dont care, nothing matters to you.
the factor of a mans life i wont ever grasp the terms of.
then again, im a women, everything matters to me.
sometimes i feel so angry that you don't care, sometimes i feel insanely sad.
mostly im just mad, mad at you and this male world.
you can't help yourself, your just your mothers baby boy and your dads reincarnation.
every inch of his manhood
Galing kay lipsticksmudged
men aren't real there just pictures in our minds and the colours on paintings Higit pa